I was present at the family quarrel mother and daughter. This eternal problem of fathers and children, the constant lack of understanding of experience and youth. Yesterday I came to this city on business and phoned to an old friend. We occasionally called up, living in different cities, far enough from each other. Once, when we were young, when we were the same as her daughter now, that is, by nineteen blockheads, we studied together at the institute and were friends, sometimes with bodies, when we drank a lot at student parties. Earlier, Irka used to be a prominent girl, her bra was cracking on her chest, like she had milkings, with a narrow waist and a sports ass. Daughter is now a copy of the mother at the time. Irka, by almost forty years old, certainly looks good, but she has hung, she has covered herself with excess fat, well, she will pull at once, if she drinks, it can be more than once. But something at this age to drink, just like that, I wanted less and less.

Giving women no drink, a dime a dozen, and these twenty-year fuzzers to fuck, that is not attracted. I liked the ready-made and experienced girls, about twenty-five years old, who had already sniffed a bit of life, who knew something in bed and understood that if they went, it would mean they would gnaw at all the cracks and not play chess with them. Well, the same age, I also did not bypass the party, as they ruled, these are single women hungry for male affection, many very good-looking, slaughter in bed, who do not pretend to you personally and do not mind if you periodically appear and lubricate them mechanisms. Irku did not see for a long time, about ten years. The last time she came to the alumni meeting with the next husband, leaving her daughter in the care of her grandmother. During this time, several husbands exchanged, and the grandmother died, and the daughter grew up. Last night, Irka, after rough sex, offered me to live with her. - You're still not married. So live with me, otherwise I have been living for half a year without a man. It was now difficult for men to pull in, she said.

- Yes, stop it, there, too, waiting for the hole, it is necessary to spud. And you need to shake your fat. You are in bed the best, but in order to go to bed with you, it is necessary to drink it, and which man is a fucker, drunk. So, just talk - I replied.

“You were cynical, and you stayed that way,” said Irka.

- And what has changed in the world. He has become better or kinder. Is that what's better in you? - I asked. She pondered, chuckled - Oh you

In the morning, the mother reprimanded her daughter that she had come late at night.

- Are you an adult I felt. You first graduate and start work. Start earning a living. And you have only boys on your mind. Well Wan, well, can you explain to her, somehow intelligibly? - Irka appealed to me. I sat and looked indifferently at Irkin’s frowning daughter Valentina.

He smoked - so to speak, he would fly, then he would ride over the peasants. You, Ira, will be with her child to nurse. And then she will sit in the same apartment and read the same notations to her dunce. What you need to learn. Work and so on - I said, and dragging out, looked at Irka. Both mother and daughter looked at me in amazement.

- Wow! - said Valya. Irka looked at me, opening her mouth.

- Well, why are you chatting with the child then? - Irka said and sat down on a chair, depicting that she no longer knows what to do and was tired of all this.

- You asked, I answered - I said.

- Uncle Wan, and you are always like this? - asked Valya.

- You look at my mother's album. There are photos there, you can compare. I am always like this or something has changed. - I replied.

- Ma, where did you dig it? - asked Valya.

“Oh, both of you,” Irka dismissed.

- Well, well, it means that you teach me, and at the very, what friends - Valya smiled, turning to her mother.

- Normal buddies. Own company, with branches, in different cities. - Irka said and looked at her daughter - you will be sitting at home today. No dancing and boys. And without talking.- hard told Irka Valentina. She was silent.

- Give me the money, I'll go to the store. Today we will have a drink with you and you need to buy food, Irka said, turning to me. I reached into my pocket, opened my wallet, and handed her two five-thousand-dollar bills. Irkina's daughter looked at us both dumbfounded.

- Nifiga myself - said Valya - well, you ma, give. -

- And what with him stand on ceremony. Sit down here, talk to your fellows while I go to the store, Irka said.

“Take the Whiskey Black Label then, a couple of bottles or Olmeca tequila, also a couple,” I said to Irke.

“Or both of them in a pair,” Valya stumbled.

- No, you will be at home if you run away - I told Vale.

- Well, that's a nifiga, petition - said Valya.

- In during. Communicate here bye - said Irka, wearing shoes in the corridor.

- Well, Che, will I read morality? - Valya asked when her mother left.

- This is your life, your body. Your business, who will develop your openings - I grinned. Vali’s mouth opened.

- And what should I learn from adults? She sarcastically asked.

- And what you do not know how? One hundred percent is no longer a girl. They don’t learn good things, then remember about him and regret that they didn’t do it, didn’t obey what was needed and so on. And you’ll get experience anyway, otherwise your brain wouldn’t be sawed, I answered.

- Well, you give - said Valya.

- You mainly give. Among us, of course, there are also enough hands. But if humanity continues to grow, it means such a minority so far - I said and lit again. It was Saturday. It was possible and in the sauna motanut, the girls invite. But it was lazy. The branch was also a day off, for work I rarely called, only in the most urgent cases. At least they could run into my friendly answers. As a maximum part with the work. And my clever secret, who had been working with me for several years, a specially selected, slender beauty, married with a child, giving a click into all holes and therefore earning well, never knew anything about it. I always supervised the work of my company personally. My men could still call, thirsting for money and a member in themselves.

“Would you give your daughter that answer too?” - asked again Valya.

- Do you know your father? I think your mother doesn't know who your father is. Maybe I - without any interest to continue the conversation, I replied.

- Well, nothing's this. You are such a cynical boor - said Valya.

- And you darling daughter. When you get drunk in the company, then you say I'm sorry, please do not touch my pussy and in general I'm waiting for a tram here. - I grinned.

- And what does it have to do with it? - she was surprised.

- And the fact that you are just a mask that hides its essence. But really, you just want a lot of money, fuck when and with whom you want, eat tasty, sweet to drink. Nature is the same for people. Sincere and good people are very few. And even then, they are sincere and good for everyone. - I said.

- So you want to say that all people are crap and all sales? She asked sarcastically.

“Useless conversation,” I replied.

- Is that why useless? You just have nothing to answer - Valya grinned.

- So you are a good example. Look at yourself. You want to seem different than you are - yawning, I said.

“Well, yes, it’s me prickly on top, but inside I’m kind and fluffy,” she said.

- Anything can happen. - I said, not wanting to keep this conversation.

- So you agree that people hide their vulnerability by leaving a prickly shell? - Valya asked in a victorious tone, hitting me a little with it.

- Here you are doing a favor to all that you study at the institute. I teach myself, mothers, but go to parties with the boys, drinks and drugs, with pleasure. You say that you are not jealous of anyone, but you yourself throw mud at girls, if they look wrong and God forbid, better than you. You say that money is garbage, but you already got your boyfriend, for giving it to him, with all sorts of requests. Tell me what's wrong? - I asked.

- Of course I will say that it is not. And you prove the opposite - she said.